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Monday, 28 November 2011

Let your Heart Live!

You know why most people fail out?
Its because they never did what they liked,

They just did what the people around them would like to see, hear, read.
I don't at all favor the attitude-
'Give what the audience asks'
I must say, instead of giving voices to their needs,
Give the voice to your heart.
Let it speak, fly over the skies.
Sing your song, not others',
Write your thoughts, not the words for others,
Dance for yourself, not for those hundred eyes watching you.
Create a piece of art that makes your eyes glow out with happiness, and forget about the stares of others.
Don't let yourself be mum, when the God asks you-
'What you did for yourself?'
Love someone you truly want to be with, don't think of the comments of others
( As i disregard the comments of me loving a dog )
Run out to the new green grass...
God will be happier, if your heart's running with you..
And most of all, Earth would be a greater place to live in,
where the Farmer is happy singing the song, while he cuts out the crop,
the children are happy playing games and learning facts,
the poet is happily writing the songs of his heart,
where the only power ruling is
Happiness and Love.

Saturday, 26 November 2011

There's No Good-Bye.

Like taking away pearls from the skies,
To make it rain again,
Sometimes, some hands are meant to be waving,
And life's no where for a while;

But my boy, be assured-
There's no Good-Bye.

On the grounds when the Autumn leaves fly,
You're assured the new pink babies are alive;
Still on the sand when your castle shines,
You know you got the place, cause others' were washed with knives.

So, there's no need to cry,
There's no Good-Bye.

Nights call and the day knows she doesn't need to stay,
She goes but she comes away;
You gotta go now, work time again, leave your dog in his den,
Still you kiss him, there's no need to say,

Cause he knows at the end, you'll make his food fry;
So, there's no Good-Bye.

Fat appetite in winter, Grasshoppers in June,
Old song 'fear' does go, but comes with a new tune;
Cries, mourning, grief and pain,
They don't last much, but they come again soon.

You can still catch your smile back if you try,
Cause there's no Good-Bye.

With Mommy..

I dig my legs in the hot sands,
facing the part of nature that stands;
With my mother on my sides,
Who ruffles my hairs, with the softest of her hands.

In spite of the darkness all above,
I can still see her face aglow with love;
The orange lights of the drowning sun,
Adds a graceful beauty to her face that touches every nerve.

As this sun, she too seems much older,
But as it is for the people, she's always been the same;
And as the sun rises everyday for the life,
She too is always there for mine.

She doesn't teach me A, B, C, D,
nor she teaches science to me;
But sitting there she tells me about the wide skies,
The great mountains, the wonderful animals and the deep seas.

Maybe she's illiterate,
But she knows the whole book of nature;
With which she guides me,
and which makes her my best ever teacher.

She holds my hands when I am not able to walk,
and stops my tears for a good inspiring talk;
She reaches whenever i need her,
With nothing to stop, not even the time of the clock.

When she smiles at me,
I feel the whole world smiling at me;
And with her hands of blessings on my head,
I feel myself bowing before 'HARI' (God).

Sitting there for hours and hours,
We'd look at the beauty of those tiny stars;
And also birds carrying home food, for their little ones
Like mom bringing for me, the chocolate bars.

Now many years have passed, I am no more a kid,
But all throughout  my life I've dreamed this;
That one day I'll have her back,
And we'll sit digging our toes in the front of the same sun and on the same beach. 


Someday I might be there,
Someday we’ll be together….
Just like the rain waits for the call,
And to its mother earth she would fall.

Cold hours play by,
I still stay warm upon the sky…
For you… For you…
Like the wings of mother protect the baby’s cry…

I decorate in sweat,
The oceans, beaches, trees and grasses wet,
For your feet shall touch it one day;
And your life will then be all beautiful nights, with no sun to set.

But you’re still far away,
Don’t know whether I’ll be able to cross the way;
But I keep walking… to you,
May be someday I’ll find you…

Among the heavy trees, and high grass,
I still try to catch a sight of you as I pass,
Like a shepherd I play the tune, though now not with the flute,
In a hope u shall return as a lost sheep to its mass.

O! My snake, return to your master,
For I’ll play the music for you to dance till I die,
O! My flower, come back to shine,
For I’ll never ever allow the sun to fare good-bye.

Thus I keep walking on this very path,
And gather all the thorns and wounds;
For I know one day, we’ll walk this path back together,
With no pain, no wounds and no sorrow…..